"Exactly, Da Wen, you should act with conscience. These eggplants are obviously not fresh. I just picked mine today and sold them for 8 cents, yet you want people to pay you 10 cents. Isn't that robbing people?"
"Yesterday, I saw you with these two baskets of eggplants, and someone offered you 8 cents, but you wouldn't sell them. I even reminded you that the price for eggplants is quite good this year. You're not growing gold nuggets, you know? With our Qin Family Village Vegetable Market, the prices are already stable enough. Don't be unsatisfied and ruin the market's reputation."
"Exactly, sell them if you can, let the people go if not. Is dithering like that something a man should do?"
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As more people talked, the words became harsher and Qin Wen's face grew darker.
He took a deep look at Qin Jianshe, turned around with the two baskets of eggplants, and left.
The villagers watched him with disbelief.
